Did you happen to see a jar of deer fetus wine in one of the shop windows? Spelled "foetus."

I saw that on my first trip to SF Chinatown 35 years ago and have never been able to get it out of my mind. There was actually a deer "foetus" at the bottom of this big glass jar. And a sign advertising it. It was priced like it was a luxury item. So do wealthy Chinese have entire cellars of deer "foetus" wine? Do they show it off to friends?

The Dude: Walter, what is the point? Look, we all know who is at fault here, what the fuck are you talking about?Walter Sobchak: Huh? No, what the fuck are you... I'm not... We're talking about unchecked aggression here, dude.Donny: What the fuck is he talking about?The Dude: My rug.Walter Sobchak: Forget it, Donny, you're out of your element!The Dude: Walter, the chinaman who peed on my rug, I can't go give him a bill, so what the fuck are you talking about?Walter Sobchak: What the fuck are you talking about? The chinaman is not the issue here, Dude. I'm talking about drawing a line in the sand, Dude. Across this line, you DO NOT... Also, Dude, chinaman is not the preferred nomenclature. Asian-American, please.The Dude: Walter, this isn't a guy who built the fucking railroads here. This is a guy...Walter Sobchak: What the fuck are you talking about?The Dude: Walter, he peed on my rug!Donny: He peed on the Dude's rug.Walter Sobchak: Donny you're out of your element! Dude, the Chinaman is not the issue here!

WHEN THE TOWN IS FAST A-SLEEP, AND IT'S MID-NIGHT IN THE SKY,THAT'S THE TIME THE FES-TIVE CHINK STARTS TO WINK HIS OTH-ER EYE,STARTS TO WINK HIS DREAM-Y EYE, LA-ZI-LY YOU'LL HEAR HIM SIGH.

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CHI-NA-TOWN, MY CHI-NA-TOWNWHERE THE LIGHTS ARE LOW,HEARTS THAT KNOW NO OTH-ER LAND,DRIFT-ING TO AND FRO.DREAM-Y DREAM-Y CHI-NA-TOWN,AL-MOND EYES OF BROWN,HEARTS SEEMS LIGHT AND LIFE SEEMS BRIGHT,IN DREAM-Y CHI-NA-TOWN